A part of the male anatomy remains dormant until woken up. This is a reality that as a man I am made to live with. Most of the time, he only expels my bodily waste, a task he will do over and over again and then one day, if I want him to, he'll do more if he goes to a certain place. His muscles are in a constant state of atrophy until he is pushed or squeezed. Then, when he can no longer do that, he will go back to his waste management duties until the day I die.
I hope you don't find this immodest of me, but as a full grown adult, it's something as a man I have to live with. My gender can sometimes be the butt end of all the limp dick jokes because without women, that's what our little brothers are. Women sometimes make gun jokes and the like and it sometimes makes me blush.
Is it just me, or do any men here ever dwell on this biological truth?
I hope you don't find this immodest of me, but as a full grown adult, it's something as a man I have to live with. My gender can sometimes be the butt end of all the limp dick jokes because without women, that's what our little brothers are. Women sometimes make gun jokes and the like and it sometimes makes me blush.
Is it just me, or do any men here ever dwell on this biological truth?